I’m feeling motivated by our recent weekend bike adventures, and wanted to get some (cardio) exercise Monday. After breakfast, instead of packing up and driving the four of us out somewhere, I put the girls in the Bumbleride stroller and pushed them to Super Slidey Park. It’s only 0.66 miles from here to there, but pushing the stroller with ~50 pounds of girls felt like work.
I gave Nane the keys to my Odyssey and sent her ahead to the park. I wasn’t entirely sure that I’d be up for the return haul afterward, and I wanted to be sure we’d get the girls home fast enough that they wouldn’t fall asleep en route.
Incidentally, we met a delightful Ukrainian mom, named Karina. Her son, Sebastian, was born the day after Sam and Cate, on Oct 12th.
When we were ready to come home, I asked Nane to go ahead and drive us home again, and I sat in back with the girls for a change. By the time we pottied inside and left the park, Sam and Cate were both hungry. Cate asked for, “Os, please.”
Initially, I told her that we would have snack in a few minutes when we got home. But Cate insisted, “Os car, please.” So I opened the container of Cheerios and gave each girl one handful, and then another.
Cate then asked for, “Pasas, please” because she enjoys raisins even more than cereal. By this time, we were within a few blocks of home, so I told Cate, “No, we’re having Os in the car. We can have pasas when we get home.”
Cate insisted, “Pasas, please, now!” I offered her a third handful of Os and replied, “Here: Os are what I have.”
Cate then looked at me skeptically and said, “Cate see diaper bag, please.”
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Ha! At the time, I had to laugh. But it’s becoming clear that we are screwed.
